Paiting My FL(0)or by Moustro McLowd

Painting my floor
so that there is not exit door.
I´m blunt in blue, pat to my south.

I have not thought
of as not to step on the prints of my
past of life.

My feet mark my
ground of gray, rising behind if…
What I wrote, that I feel,
because today
was not to be able to go there.